Sunday, November 17, 2013
Fratbag or Clever College Performance Artist?
So some college bro’s self-aware ironic Vines are now sweeping the internets, and I’m on the fence about this guy.
Fratbag by another name? Or a dude who’s mastered the joy of being an idiot in college?
Okay, I’ll probably have to go nottabag and give the guy props. There’s some quality creativity in there.
Plain paper bag.
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Annoying jerk.
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I didn’t laugh much when Tom Green did this shit 25 years ago.
Vine is yet another social media thingy that I have no time for. Also, I hate fuccen Twitter and everybody associated with it. I really hate when news is reported that, “According to a Twitter post blah, blah blah.”
Also, I hate that Spotify is telling me since I listened to Earth, Wind, & Fire that I should try Gino Vanelli. Fucc that!
He ain’t no Rob Ford.
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http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x17a7tk_opener-cbc-news-toronto-mayor-rob-ford-snl-11-16-13_people
Rob Ford ate the jackass video category for lunch. This guy’s kinda funny, but stupid. And we don’t need kids to gain inspiration to be even dumber than they already are.
The world was a better place when I was only subjected to the stupidity of people I met.
Annoying is what it is.
Looks like Jay Mohr’s little brother…..I like him. Not tremendously original but ….could I have done it? I don’t know – when I was his age the internet was just a wet spot on Al Gore’s …forget it…..whatever
This guy’s as about as cute as My Little Pony.
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I.e., not at all.
Everyone starts somewhere.
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Vines are too staccato to present anything substant…
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What, what was I supposed to be saying?
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Boobs!
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Squirrels!
Alls I see is the Matrix. Sons.
Meanwhile I’m tripping balls on Percocet since last week. I been scarce on account of I had my second spine surgery; now I got two titanium plates shanked up in my spine stick. Here’s the bad boy that went in last Tuesday:
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And here’s the vibrant colors of autumn, as observed in my blood and pus streaked bandage I changed to day:
^ You can even see the staple indents where the serum and ooze leaked out onto the pad. They went in thru my front. Because, why not, eh? Now I got a bad ass 8″ long pirate scar. And yes, my day nurse Natasha who had a nose piercing and short cropped bleach blonde hair and exudes an air of beasty sultriness, gave me her number as I was leaving the care ward and told me to call her in a couple weeks so she can come visit and hear my band and “check up on my back”. She’s 29 and down for whatever. And since she pulled my catheter out we’ve already been intimate technically. See touched my weenus, and liked what she seenus.
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The Olde Man still gots it. Sons.
That ain’t nothin’ Sock.
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.I got one of those in my penis.
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….and it still hasn’t helped.
….and I gotta say notta.
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.Annoying, derivative, and a bit boring….
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….but still kinda clever with more than a little charm.
I’ll give him a NOTTA, but can’t say I find him funny.